1. Why should I care for eloquent speech when chatter abounds without rhyme or reason revealed,
Laying bare what was once concealed in hearts kept hidden and suppressed.

2. Where are those whose poets proclaimed with delusions of grandeur, boasting of false glory,
Claiming we were easy prey for their swords wherever they raided or lusted.

3. Had they spoken true, their corpses would now litter the ground, torn by circling vultures,
Amid the ruins of Homs and misbegotten Aleppo, its waters bitter as tainted wellsprings.

4. May the Dezbiri never succeed in his misdeeds as his twisted path has now been made clear,
Does he take pride in slaughtering helpless lambs? Arrogant souls now humbled into fear.

5. We did not meet them man to man in battle or their false courage would have been revealed,
And they would have known who was the bravest and noblest when swords clashed and fate was sealed.

6. They died without unsheathing their blades as their swords drew no blood in vengeance,
Only gazing from afar as arrows pierced skulls and lances crushed bones to fragments.

7. No true man would boast of spectating death but only heroes who plunge into fate's reckonings,
Worlds apart between the Dezbiri and those who with wisdom counseled the noble Imam unfailing.

8. One disobeys after bowing while the other rebels having gained glory and acclaim,
By my life the speaker spoke true in censuring them and I cannot fault his aim,

9. The deeds of honor breed honor while the acts of knaves breed only knaves,
You counted your days but the shame is yours not ours, bear that in mind always.

10. The day you attacked clad in white, your horde was not worthy of food or drink
While our onslaught deprived you of hearth, home, swords, and all that you cherish.

11. As to the border fortresses, we have kept them safe beyond the efforts of kings,
Without our scimitars, disaster would have struck, flooding in without slowing.

12. Savage waves would have washed over you as a roaring sea cannot be contained,
But we took on the heavy burden, holding back the surging tides that threatened to swallow all.

13. You know better what God has averted so do not pretend ignorance of our role,
Why must our lands be invaded each morn, bound again by enmity's chains.

14. Do you not know that just beyond our bounds are horsemen with skin blackened by the sun
And gleaming swords, from constant vigilance along the secure border, grips hardened.

15. On the day of struggle the battlefield was narrow with little room to maneuver,
While your women were led off as captives, some cleaved by the slashing blades.

16. The fateful events of the past year should have enlightened and taught a perceptive soul,
You did not descend on Homs or contemplate its fallen towers and crushed homes.

17. The death surrounding it should have sufficed as a lesson had any understood its wisdom,
You rejoiced at Jaafar's death, yet still found the nerve to further offend,

18. A cautious man cannot elude fate's decree when destiny's time has come,
The eunuch attacked you in your beds like slumbering cattle in a pen,

19. As if you were helpless prey ambushed by a hissing viper in striking venom,
The wise knew they would not survive and that you would show no mercy.

20. Gently, gently O hot-blooded youth made heedless by wine's intemperance,
The world is a milk-dew whose taste is sweetish though it leaves a bitter aftertaste.

21. It was the prey of kings who then spurned it, gaining nothing they had hoped to gain,
I have been granted victory and my righteous Caliph continues to maintain,

22. You are unworthy to stand equal with a slave, much less a king of greatest fame,
When your ransom is required, the ransom of a black crow will do the same.

23. You aspired to ascend the peaks but climbed up masked with your sword as claim,
Sitting honored among kings, treated like a friend, waited upon and served.

24. You gained no good, no benefit sought, unlike what was intended by the gracious Imam,
A lofty palace in the Mashrafiya with the sturdiest pillars not to fall into ruin.

25. If you gain the unmatched glory none preceded or will follow,
Honored for all time and none can ever hope to disesteem.

26. It is greatly feared what the passage of years may bring or how fate will deem,
Your nature is like the clouds of mercy and your resolve like the sword's gleaming,

27. Your will is hardened and through triumph you sustain whom you will or deprive at whim,
Remain forever verdant in vigor, divinely supported to give or withhold on a fateful whim.